Even Jean's excellent care couldn't take the aching sting out of his head and Lucien felt his fingers twitch, wanting to reach for that 3rd glass of whiskey to take the edge off.
As if sensing his discomfort, Jean appeared in the study's doorway, hip leaning against the doorjamb and eyebrows furrowed in concern. His discomfort must be evident on his face. "Lucien, what's wrong? Do you need another Bex?"
He waved her off, gritting his teeth. "No, love, no. Just this bloody headache lingering a bit." Lucien leaned forward, rubbing his head with his hands and trying to will the ache away.
Jean wasn't having any of it. Coming to stand in front of him, she placed her fingertips at his temple, rubbing in small circles.
The touch of her cool fingertips against his skin had him relaxed immediately and he groaned, head rolling backwards as she worked her fingers over his temples and forehead before dancing over his scalp.
Jean cooed at him, "There now, isn't that better?"
He wholeheartedly agreed. With a mischievous grin, he took her hands from his head and tugged her into his lap, laughing at the look of indignation on her face, as she toppled on top of him, instinctively wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
Leaning close, lips just barely brushing her own, Lucien whispered, "You're better than any whiskey." And, watching her face soften and a pleased smile play at her lips, he kissed her.